Having babies is so amazing. They come with an amazing smell that can’t really be recreated, the fit perfectly on your chest under your chin and as long as you feed, change and love them, they are pretty much happy.

Then those babies turn into children (then teenagers- which is another story for another day). Soccer season is upon us and so are birthdays for all the kids {and myself- *ahem} so, you can imagine that we are stepping into a busy season of life. This year my hubby stepped up to be the soccer coach for the U12 which includes one of our kiddos – so dad is racking up bonus points left and right on the super dad column.

And there is me. Mom Fail. Have you ever felt that way? It stings when your kids are older and they tell you they are unhappy, mad, angry and are in tears and refuse to eat cake and ice cream because you screwed up. So here is what happened.

Last week was the first game of the season for soccer. Earlier that week I spoke with the head lady at parks and rec and asked her for the time this his team was playing. 11am. Awesome. Some reason we never received a print out of the game schedule. She even gave me the link to look at that shows the games. Great. I put all the games right in my calendar with the field numbers AND I even color coded which team belongs to each kid. Super mom being organized. On this particular Saturday, I was celebrating my moms birthday, a older sons birthday, being at the soccer field for the first game, taking 2 kids to a birthday party and another kid to a different birthday party. Well we get to the field, games are all over the place. As we looked around, we couldn’t find his coach or any of the players. Hmmm odd. I checked both my paper and my calendar- both say 11 and its 10:55. I as the group of refs standing around to find his field – go there… still no team or coach. Ask again, she sends me to another field.. Ummm totally wrong age group. Go back again – they tell me hmm well they should be playing on this field right now. No matter how many times I explain that his team is no here they still want to send me to another field. Finally after some investigation – I learned that their team already played…. an hour ago. I was given the wrong schedule. In fact, I was given the schedule for the whole month for the toddlers. Umm last time I checked, 7-8 years old group does not sound like 3-4 years old.  I turn around and my son has his big blue eyes all filled with tears ready to just break the dam open with a blink of an eye. I’m not going to lie, a few cuss words floated around in my head. When I went to tell him I was sorry, he was already walking in a full speed towards the car. When I tried to get close to him, he would just make sure there was a jump rope length between us. My heart was breaking for this kid and I felt terrible. When we got in the car, he decided that he was going to sit in the back, have no eye contact with me and give me the silent treatment. I began then to offer some sort of negotations. Bribery. Oh I was all over the bribery. ” I am so sorry kiddo, so sorry. Can I make it up to you?? How about McDonalds? Ice cream? Hang out with Nana? Toy? I can buy you something for under $20″?? I was pulling anything and everything that I had to offer that day.

His response… A deathly glare from the backseat with the hushed words of ” I am so mad at  you right now. You are making me very sad”.

Ouch! It wasn’t the words the broke my momma heart.. it was those eyes and those tears.. and that skipped breathing sound kids make when they cry hard and long. Gosh, I can not believe I got the time wrong. First game of the season. It was a beautiful sunny day. He had on all his gear, water bottle, his watch to keep time of the game. Crap, now I have to drag him around because I promised the other birthday child I had that I would take him out.

We get to Buffalo Wild Wings and as everyone else was eating, we are all trying our best to offer him something to order. Wings, fries, soda, cake, milkshake? Nope. that boy was MAD and he knew that it was driving me crazy that he wasn’t eating something.

( I have this thing that if you are sad, happy, good day, bad day, celebrating, tired, sick, hurt, lonely, hungry- I want to feed you. It makes me feel needed and loved if I can feed someone)

Everyone at the table tried cheering him up by sharing stories of the time they each missed a game of some sort. We all tried explaining to him that what happened was an honest accident. So I cracked again and asked him what I could do to make him happy. There was silence for a moment and then he tilted his head a little and you could see his wheels were turning. Aw crap – please lord don’t let be something I can’t afford at this moment.

“you know what would really make me happy… I want a four wheeler”

Yes, there was an awkward silence for a moment. But this time instead of cursing inside my head or feel like God was laughing at me waiting to see how I would handle this situation… I started thinking creatively. To buy myself some time, I had him look up photos of what he was thinking on my phone. Yup, sure enough, nothing within that $20 limit I mentioned earlier. Then a little light bulb went off above my head! We have a cousin that I believe had some 4 wheelers. Maybe I could message her to see if they do and see if they could give him a ride on one. Yes! That would be good. So he sat next to me and watched me type – my handsome little soccer player is an incredible reader so he was checking to make sure I was really asking. After sending that message, he finally opened up to eat some ice cream. Ahhh my momma heart is healing now.

I did get a reply that they no longer had 4 wheelers but I was going to try to keep that on the back burner till he came back from his birthday party he was invited to.

So now this leads up to my SECOND mom fail in just a few short days. One of the birthday stops on that Saturday was to Michaels. My birthday boy is an artist so he choose to stock up on markers. Of course I had to keep my end of the deal to my big blue eyed sad soccer player and he got to choose 1 item that was within that budget. And he chose a make it yourself volcano kit. Yippee.


Here is a short video I created- watch is HD and make sure you turn up your volume for the full effect of mom failure!

Mom’s Volcanic Fail from Jax Creations Photography on Vimeo.


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He was under the impression that there would be this explosion with flowing lava. I kept telling him to read the books. Finally after waiting for the rain to stop and his volcano had dried, we headed outside for his “explosion”. I have no idea why I didn’t think to tell him that there is going to be no EXPLOSION but hey, I am just a mom, what do I know. Maybe he did read the books.



By this time, our youngest has followed us outside to help but his brother loudly expressed that he was not going to help. Que in the screaming preschooler. I am grateful we live on 5 acres. That’s all I am saying.

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Things started off ok. There were some smiles from at least 1 child. He placed his volcano down and poured in the powder.

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Then he slowly poured in the water….


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… and no explosion. In fact it was like watching Alka-Seltzer fizz. And…. cue in the mom fail. Now I had 2 kiddos looking up at me, very disappointment.  They kept looking at me and then back at the tray being very open about how much they did not like what they just saw.


This mom was on a roll!


* Later, the day that I created the video, I had shown it to my 2 younger boys. Now, the younger one that was so opinionated in the video- he still stood by what he said, BUT, the other blue eyed boy, looked at me and gave me this sweet smile and said, “aww mom, you aren’t a fail. I love you.”

And to me… those few words meant everything.




  1. I love it! This post made me laugh out loud. We have all been there. Thanks for sharing:) - Jackie
  1. I love it! This post made me laugh out loud. We have all been there. Thanks for sharing:) - Molly